Chapter 147: The Gambling Father, the Sickly Mother!

The moment Lin Potian sat upon that ancient, simple prayer mat, a distant and mysterious bell toll suddenly rang out, echoing through the empty hall. Golden light erupted from beneath the mat, enveloping his entire body!

All the prodigies opened their eyes in unison, their gazes like torches, shooting straight toward the center of that brilliant golden light, all of them radiating monstrous battle intent, ready to strike!

Just then, an old man with white hair stepped into the center of the battlefield, cleared his throat, and announced the rules of the grand competition, "The Domain Lord has spoken: this time, we are making a reform. We will proceed directly to a forty-nine-person melee to determine nine people, who will then compete in the top-ten tournament!"

"Of these final ten, not only can each person go to the Domain Lord Mansion to choose one supreme treasure, but the top five can also represent the Eastern Profound Domain to participate in the final grand competition of the entire continent!"

"And as the first seed, Lin Potian's first battle—is a bye!"

"He enters the final top-ten tournament directly!"

As the words fell, the scene was deathly quiet; no one made a sound.

The scene of Lin Potian heavily injuring Yin Shi'er with a single punch was still fresh in their minds; he had already proven he was no mere connection-hire, but a truly top-tier powerhouse!

The golden light surrounding Lin Potian could block the probing of the prodigies outside. He tilted his head slightly to look at the silver-haired youth beside him, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Holy Emperor, was this forty-nine-person melee your idea?"

"Of course. Since you're letting me play the Domain Lord, I have to make it exciting. One-on-one duels are too slow; I'm helping them fast-forward!" The Holy Emperor's silver pupils flickered, his face full of anticipation.

Lin Potian immediately frowned and spoke, "But if you don't continue to play the role of the Eastern Profound Domain Lord well and stay outside to preside over the work, but instead hide here to watch the competition, how is that feasible?"

"It doesn't matter, Young Master. I've already molded a clone and tossed it outside. They won't be able to see any flaws. Even if that God of Gods were to pry personally, there would be no problem!" The Holy Emperor waved his hand lightly, his face full of certainty.

Hearing this, Lin Potian immediately became interested. Previously, the Holy Emperor was afraid of being discovered, but now his courage had suddenly grown. Could it be that his strength had recovered?

"Holy Emperor, you've started to become confident again. Could it be that your strength has recovered?" Lin Potian asked with a light, probing laugh.

The Holy Emperor gave a sheepish smile, "Not quite..."

Lin Potian's smile immediately froze. As expected, the Holy Emperor was still as unreliable as ever!

To be so reckless without having recovered—this was far too unstable!

Seeing that Lin Potian was about to lose his temper, the Holy Emperor immediately rubbed his hands and said, "But Young Master, didn't you bring the Burial Immortal Coffin? That is the thing the Master used to settle down and conceal the heavenly secrets. If you carry it with you, no one will ever be able to see us!"

"Summon it out and let me take a look?"

Once the Burial Immortal Coffin was mentioned, the Holy Emperor became interested and extremely excited!

Hearing this, Lin Potian muttered to himself in his heart. Master left too hurriedly; he himself wasn't very clear about what specific functions the Burial Immortal Coffin had...

He then raised an eyebrow and looked at the Holy Emperor: "Master only just gave me the Burial Immortal Coffin, and you already know about it?"

"But you have to tell me exactly what the Burial Immortal Coffin does before I can let you take a look!"

"Master?" The Holy Emperor was stunned for a moment, repeated it twice, and then said excitedly: "The Master has already accepted you. Hahaha, that's great!"

"This is truly..."

Boom, boom, boom!

Before the Holy Emperor could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the melee of prodigies outside the golden light!

Forty-nine prodigies all rushed onto the arena. For a time, the light of divine abilities and the sound of fists hitting flesh came crashing in!

The Holy Emperor looked excited, turned to Lin Potian, and said, "Young Master, who do you guess will win?"

Lin Potian looked down and pointed out a few people, "The Swordsman, the Fist Fanatic, and that person in the black robe. These three are all very extraordinary. As for the others, I won't comment."

The Swordsman was none other than Li Chunfeng, who had acted righteously for Lin Potian earlier and left a deep impression!

The Fist Fanatic was Yun Che, who wore golden gauntlets and came from a remote, barren Imperial Dynasty.

As for the person in the black robe, Lin Potian had only seen them today. He hadn't noticed such a prodigy before, but now they were steadily suppressing everyone, including Li Chunfeng and Yun Che!

"Indeed, the others are nothing special. Only these three have some substance!" The Holy Emperor nodded and took out the information on the three people, handing it to Lin Potian.

"What does this mean?" Lin Potian held the data, not understanding this move by the Holy Emperor.

"Of course, it's to scout for talent. If prodigies like these can be subdued under your command, they will definitely be able to provide great assistance later on!"

"Young Master, this is no longer an era of fighting alone. Although one person's strength has no limits, you always need to keep some retainers to prevent trouble in the rear, right?" The Holy Emperor winked, genuinely thinking for Lin Potian.

Lin Potian thought about it; there was indeed no lack of reason in these words!

The main thing was that doing everything personally was indeed too tiring. If there were people to handle things, it would certainly be much more relaxed!

The benefit of a faction lies in this: one only needs to issue orders, and there will be people to go and handle them!

Immediately, Lin Potian had the intention to establish a faction and picked up the data on the three people to look at carefully.

"Shadow Swordsman Li Chunfeng, orphan."

The first piece of data was very brief. Lin Potian was stunned as he read it, turning his head suspiciously: "It's just that simple?"

"Yes, Li Chunfeng's background is only this much. I couldn't find anything else." The Holy Emperor scratched his head; he had gone to look, but he really couldn't find anything!

Lin Potian shook his head and picked up the second piece of data: Fist Fanatic Yun Che from a remote Imperial Dynasty, a gambling father, a sick mother, a lost younger brother, and he himself who practices boxing.

"Hiss...!"

Lin Potian gasped, almost blurting out, "If I don't help him, who will?"

"Is this real, or are you making up a jingle, Holy Emperor?"

After calming his mood, Lin Potian was suspicious to the extreme, feeling how could there be such a coincidence?

This was simply tragedy personified!